Oh Look At the Kitty Kat He Started Acting Weird and the Cat Wouldn't React in Him Immersed in Everything They Do Why, look at the kitty kat. It is such a pretty kitty. It is a black cat, and it has green eyes, but the green is the only green upon it. It is black all over except for the eyes, and even in the eyes there is a black pupil.
A black black cat, a very black cat.
It has black ears.
Its teeth are not black but its teeth are not upon it, teeth are inside of it.
Everything outside is black but the eyes.
And it is such a trippy cat, I tell you, a truly trippy kitty kat.
It walks around immersed in everything it does.
It walks on the rug on the floor. It moves its feet forward one by one, in an oh so synchronized manner. Its paws push its body forward. And as it walks around the room, walking in places it knows and has walked many times before, it stares at its surroundings with wide green eyes. It looks at the rug with awe, it looks at the chair leg with awe, and it looks out the window with awe.
I bend down and look at it.
It looks at me back with awe, but no more awe than it had looked at the rug, chair, or window.
I say "how is the kitty kat today?"
It stares at me with wide green eyes… so trippy, I tell you, such wide, deep eyes that seem to reach all the way back into its head and it looks at you with its entire head, it takes control of its entire brain and immerses yourself in you. But when it turns your head it turns its thoughts to a new thing that it stares at and immerses itself in.
So it turns its head away from me, and I say, "how is the pussy cat? Pussy cat! Pussy cat!"
It turns towards me as I address it and it stares at me.
I begin to poke it… "you trippy pretty kitty… you pussy cat… meow, meow, meow purrrrrrrrrr how is the kitty kat doing today?"
It walks away from me, but I follow it, poking it. It tries to pay me no attention and it keeps immersing itself in other things.
I begin to poke with more frequence and more power. It walks forward and stares at the chair, the rug, the window, all with equal awe.
I poke it one more time and it turns around with an angry, shocked, disappointed, betrayed look in its eye. It meows. It says angrily, in its soft, high, voice, "meow".
I stop poking. It turns around and re-immerses itself in the world. Its complete concentration is back, it is no longer idle, instead of it staring and immersing itself completely in everything it does.
But I witnessed that break in its concentration.
And I feel bad for breaking the concentration.
Cats are a very queer species… a very admirable species. They are never idle. They don't do very much with their lives, even though they have 9 of them. They walk around all day, just staring. And some might find them boring, but to me they are the epitome of interest.
They are interested in everything, and they are able to immerse themselves in everything.
Humans are often idle. Humans often, when doing a task, will let their mind wander and will be inefficient in their task doing. Cats, they are different. They are complete in what they do, and they are efficient in what they do. Everything they do, though it may not be much as they are such a simple species, they do with all their mind, heart, and body, and that is what makes them so complex at the same time.
And it breaks my heart when I break its concentration… to see such perfection, such perfect concentration and such impeccable flawless taintless perfect engagement to be blemished. It's a truly unpleasant experience, to watch a cat's concentration be broken.
But I do it every day just to make sure it's all real… it's good to see imperfection, it assures you, ya know? I break my heart every day just to know that it's real.